"I guess I'll just call you Mandy." "Don't." "Too late." An assassin plagued with headaches and sarcasm, Nylah prayed to the universe for a way to get off her dirt planet prison, and the universe sent a hunky bounty hunter in Beskar? What Nylah doesn't know is that it's just what she needs. This story contains blood, injuries, and PTSD. Viewer discretion is advised.All Rights Reserved